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2 lyrics about Sundays

1944Sunday in Cicero Falls,Sunday in Cicero Falls,Shoes are brushed and shirts are starched,Hearts are pure and throats are parched,Sabbath has fallen on cobbles and wallsThank merciful HeavenJust one day in sevenIs Sunday in Cicero Falls,Sunday in Cicero Falls.

1950There’s a fine Sunday feeling‘Round that old village square,With those fine Sunday facesSmiling at you everywhere . . .

From the bells in the belfryComes a song everywhere,If it says “Love thy neighbor,”And thy neighbor’s young and fair,Thank that fine Sunday feeling in the air.